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    Look On The Brightside: Small World

     

    “Ugh.. mommy..”

     

    Angelica.

     

    “Oh no.. my poor baby..” Tina scooped the sick girl in her arms, who, for the first time ever, felt the punishment that she frequently liked to inflict on her parents. Angelica was so green, she made the trees look pale. Stepping out of the teacup, Tina carried the child and brought her quickly to their rented stroller parked outside, leaving Bette alone to gather their stuff.

     

    Bette inspected the teacup. For a place that was recently puked on, it was very clean. Pristine, even. Weird, she thought.

     

    “Gross!” She heard from the teacup next to theirs. Bette grimaced. Uh-oh. Looks like an apology is in order. She turned around and faced her daughter’s hapless victims, poised to say sorry.

     

    It was Henry.

     

    Bette coughed on a fist and hid a grin. “Uh.. sorry about that.” She apologized, handing the vomit-covered man one of the baby wipes inside Tina’s bag. Was she truly sorry? Not really. “Hope that helps.” She shrugged and walked away, leaving Henry and his disgusted son to themselves so she could attend to her daughter’s needs.

     

    Joining her family, Tina sent Bette on an errand while she wiped Angelica’s brow and got the girl to uncross her eyes. Their child needed some water and a fresh change of clothes. They had already used up the spare shirt after a water ride a few hours back.

     

    “Here you go sweetie,” The brunette came back a few minutes later, armed with a bottle of cold water and a gift store bag. “Mineral water, a new shirt, some minty gum.. and..” Bette checked her surroundings, making sure that Tina was out of earshot. “..a Minnie Mouse tumbler for your excellent aim.” She winked, ruffling her daughter’s hair in congratulations.

     

    —————

     

    It was past 9 in the evening when the exhausted yet happy family of three found themselves in the park’s Main Street, waiting for the fireworks show to begin.

     

    “What is it with your exes and Disneyland?” Bette sighed, holding Tina from behind while Angelica played with her dolls inside her stroller. “Last time we were here, we bumped into Helena and her kids. And now, him.” She cocked her head to the right. A few feet away, Mickey and his dad – who was wearing a newly bought Pinocchio shirt – held fort. They said their hellos a few minutes before, but having learned their lesson by now, they wisely stayed away in a safe distance from the Kennard-Porters.

     

    “Not to mention her too.” Tina motioned to their left, waving at the person armed with a camcorder and a bright smile. Sam was there, with the kids of her newest girlfriend by the looks of it.

     

    Bette groaned, moving Tina’s body around to face her. They were flanked on both sides with Tina’s past. “Could this day get any weirder?”

     

    “Bette!” A sprighty male voice called out from across the street, answering her question.

     

    “It would get more interesting, that’s for sure.” Tina sighed, smiling weakly at a waving Tom and Jodi. She wrapped an arm possessively around Bette’s waist and rested her head on her shoulder. “It really is a small world.”

     

    Bette kissed the top of the blonde’s head. “No shit.”

     

     

    THE END.

    Comments

    1. You just reminded me of when I took my nephew to Magic Mountain and spending a small fortune on winning him a prize. “”My Mama B’s so great, she didn’t have to shoot the balls inside the basket to win them.” That was a great, I was roflmao. Nice one off, it’s a good distraction maybe they will give you inspirations for JTG2.0 if you start to get blocked. I believe you went through the same thing with JTG towards the end. Or was it cause you were studying a lot and pressed for time? Thanks for the post Alch.

    2. I adore your snarky, ironic sense of humor, Alchy. So freakin’ funny! You may want to post a “Guffaw Warning” so that you’re not laughing like a loon at work or spewing liquid out your nose if you make the mistake of drinking while reading!!

    3. OMG Alchy! This story was purely, a simple…Sugar Rush!!! How sweet and fun was this peice of fluff (as u call it!). Competetive Bette…don’t mess with that gal. LOL! Love your humor!!!!! (And extra points for cute-Angie!)

    4. What a good story brought back memories of that god-awful song once in your head takes days to get rid ofnow that I am old enough to go to Disneyland on my own I avoid it’s a small world but it’s one of my moms favorites so for days I cannot get the song out of my head I don’t do the spinning teacup’s because I would be green as well looking forward to work this story

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